Is this something you couldhandle?"I mumbled, "Yes, Mistress." "I would love the opportunity to serve youand your daughters."Ms. Johnson explained... that I would have to sell all my belongings andmove into the maids quarters behind the laundry room. I would need tofall off the grid?with no access to cell phones or computers. All of myneeds would be taken care of. In return, I would have to be an obedientfull-time live-in maid.I guess being unemployed and about to be evicted had taken its. ’ ~~~~~ ‘How do I look?’ Vanessa asked me, twirling on the spot in her outfit. ‘You look like a PA my directors are going to wish they had,’ I said with a smile. ‘Come on, I’ll have to get you into my office without anybody recognising you.’ We left my apartment and took the lift down to the underground car park. ‘So, Andrew?’ she asked as we crossed the car park. ‘Yeah?’ ‘How much did you hate me the last six years?’ I looked at her, slightly thrown by her question. Pulling out my car keys, I. I asked Tami to get the same lubricant Adam had used on me for our anal session those weeks before. She knew exactly what to do, applying a good glob of it to each of our assholes, pushing her fingers into each of us to lubricate further inside as well. Neither Adam or I were any longer working the cocks in front of us. We were both on our knees, our fronts on the floor and asses in the air as we were prepared. As Tami was diligently preparing our anal passages, I looked over at Adam. He had a. He was sat in his chair, and I was simply on his bed, waiting for the pictures to be processed from his camera to his computer. At one point he turned to me and just looked at me for about five seconds before asking anything. “Why don’t you put your clothes back on?” At this point I was in a daze, somewhat thinking about what I had been doing the last hour or so. “What? Sorry, I zoned out,” I said. “If you want to put your clothes back on, you can.” “I mean, we’re just taking a break, right?.